Fieri
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“Seven vials, Frederick. I cannot go running out now, can I?” Frederick knew he was not to cross the gnome with who spouted quick orders and straight to the point requests. Sure, he never skipped on the pleasantries like most customers do, but this one seemed too efficient and orderly. The gnome had come to him from time to time for supplies and always knew what to buy and in what quantities. When he did come, he would work Frederick to the maximum of his capabilities as a shopkeeper.
“Give me two more of those and we're done.” commandeered the short fellow. “Done indeed”, thought Frederick, who had never seen someone buying as many things at once. He had gone through most of the store, choosing an assortment of gadget and weaponry. The reagent drawers had mostly been emptied out and the containers once filled with various potions had been stripped off completely. If one were to enter the store right now, they would have thought poor old Frederick got robbed.
Alas, it was just Dashiel, the scholar gnome, who always purchased as many things as he had required on his long journeys. He would always use the many screws, pins, and pieces of wood he bought to tinker and work on new inventions and he would find ways to mix new potions with the parts from various animals and reagents. Somehow, Dashiel had always found being thrifty to be of no concern, and would often splurge for more supplies everytime he got to another shop.
Once the last vials have been stuffed into the gnome’s giant pack, it marked the end of the shopping spree. “Thank you, Fred.” he says, while flashing a smile to the now exhausted Frederick. “I am one satisfied customer.” Frederick received a bag with a lump sum of gold, and a huge sense of accomplishment. This would feed him and his family for a long time!
Dashiel too felt happy as he left the shop. He felt wonderful, getting all the things ready for his next adventure. Buying new items always made him feel warm and fuzzy, and made him forget about all his problems. Certainly, he needed to find some calm after the previous night.
* * *
From the starlight comes to thee,
Into woodlands young and free,
Together with the sorrowed knight,
Face the face of evil might.
The words of a short poem echoed into the head of the tired little gnome. He had heard those words before in his dreams and they never ceased haunting his every sleeping moment. But this night was different, and the dream brought upon more meaning than ever before. The dream now showed him clear, what the next path was to be.
Let her meet the goblin!
Dashiel woke up with a cold sweat, like he did every Pequat.
* * *
Now strolling down the quiet streets of Fieri, Dashiel thought back to the dreams that he had experienced. The gnome could never fathom why his dreams could not have come with more details. The fates do love a challenge, he bemused. Maybe it was one of their petty little games with him, or maybe a punishment of sorts. All he knew is that he was to follow these dreams. They had no rational backing, but many things in life do not. Besides, what harm could they do?
But all the dreams had given him this time was one measly new statement. “Let her meet the goblin?” he asked himself. “Well, she does deserve to know the truth about her lineage, about her father and about her powers. Who better than the Kraeven to explain?” he thought further. Many more questions filled his head about this odd turn of events. As he walked toward the abandoned house in the outskirts of Fieri, he wondered why the fates had chosen to assign him three charges this time. One was troublesome enough.
Nevertheless, he quickened his pace, hoping that by the time he reached the house, Morohtar and Kraeven had not already driven the girl to insanity with their revelations.
“Give me two more of those and we're done.” commandeered the short fellow. “Done indeed”, thought Frederick, who had never seen someone buying as many things at once. He had gone through most of the store, choosing an assortment of gadget and weaponry. The reagent drawers had mostly been emptied out and the containers once filled with various potions had been stripped off completely. If one were to enter the store right now, they would have thought poor old Frederick got robbed.
Alas, it was just Dashiel, the scholar gnome, who always purchased as many things as he had required on his long journeys. He would always use the many screws, pins, and pieces of wood he bought to tinker and work on new inventions and he would find ways to mix new potions with the parts from various animals and reagents. Somehow, Dashiel had always found being thrifty to be of no concern, and would often splurge for more supplies everytime he got to another shop.
Once the last vials have been stuffed into the gnome’s giant pack, it marked the end of the shopping spree. “Thank you, Fred.” he says, while flashing a smile to the now exhausted Frederick. “I am one satisfied customer.” Frederick received a bag with a lump sum of gold, and a huge sense of accomplishment. This would feed him and his family for a long time!
Dashiel too felt happy as he left the shop. He felt wonderful, getting all the things ready for his next adventure. Buying new items always made him feel warm and fuzzy, and made him forget about all his problems. Certainly, he needed to find some calm after the previous night.
* * *
From the starlight comes to thee,
Into woodlands young and free,
Together with the sorrowed knight,
Face the face of evil might.
The words of a short poem echoed into the head of the tired little gnome. He had heard those words before in his dreams and they never ceased haunting his every sleeping moment. But this night was different, and the dream brought upon more meaning than ever before. The dream now showed him clear, what the next path was to be.
Let her meet the goblin!
Dashiel woke up with a cold sweat, like he did every Pequat.
* * *
Now strolling down the quiet streets of Fieri, Dashiel thought back to the dreams that he had experienced. The gnome could never fathom why his dreams could not have come with more details. The fates do love a challenge, he bemused. Maybe it was one of their petty little games with him, or maybe a punishment of sorts. All he knew is that he was to follow these dreams. They had no rational backing, but many things in life do not. Besides, what harm could they do?
But all the dreams had given him this time was one measly new statement. “Let her meet the goblin?” he asked himself. “Well, she does deserve to know the truth about her lineage, about her father and about her powers. Who better than the Kraeven to explain?” he thought further. Many more questions filled his head about this odd turn of events. As he walked toward the abandoned house in the outskirts of Fieri, he wondered why the fates had chosen to assign him three charges this time. One was troublesome enough.
Nevertheless, he quickened his pace, hoping that by the time he reached the house, Morohtar and Kraeven had not already driven the girl to insanity with their revelations.
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